Hudson Daniel

He spins a web,
Of evil lies,
And then he waits,
In deepest night,
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Oh, to be,
Upon the great sea,

Oh, to see,
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And then it is,
That the king rides out,
Upon his splendid pow’r,
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His pow’r hath made me whole,
This has been said before.
There’s naught that I can say,
But His pow’r hath made me whole.
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We’re drifting, bobbing, waves are turning,
Each to own and other leaving.
How can each to other staying,
Tis for naught this way to seek.
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Life’s a tumbled, jumbled mess.
We each have demons, have fears and failures;
Each man a sorrow, each woman the same.
They twist and hold us, pull and hurt us,
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For one who knows not,

What is love, if not a feeling,
What is love without two lovers,
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Oh, what a sad tale I tell,
Of a man who fell,
And rose once more,
All sad and sore,
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